Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1283508044/ [ inspired off of the first draft/scrapped version of TFAU. ] [ TW: minor / unintentional dehumanisation ] [ Achilles come down - Gang of youths ] The next time Ren wakes up, the sky is still grey with rain, yet it’s fallen to a faint drizzle. A small plastic bowl of sorts has been placed beside him, filled with water. It’s a sweet gesture really, well, to him atleast. Maybe it wasn’t intended that way, yet it’s much better then becoming dehydrated. He lowers his unshackled hand and lifts it up to his mouth to sip at the water. His soot-filled throat slowly eases out as he swallows. He draws out a shaky breath as he places it back down. Food is another problem, yet right now he allows himself to sit in silent gratefulness for the existence of water. He leans back, gazing up at the sky once more. He watches the birds fly ahead in different directions, crying out to eachother, for a moment Ren believes he sees Grian amongst the group, yet searching further proves it is just a strangely mutated crow. Ren shifted his gaze to the mix of the cobblestone and mycelium ground. He dosent need to remember grian right now. He shifted his hand along the rough surface, feeling every crack and dint along his calloused fingers. He tries to imagine every story behind them. From a simple life as a farming pebble to a scientist who discovers aliens, Ren practices every over-exaggerated story he can think of, murmuring their stories in a cut apart voice. His voice is nearly lost. Yet he continues to speak over and over. Over and over. Over and over. The stories surround his head. And for a moment he forgets where he is. What’s he’s doing. And all the endless possibilities about why he was left for a possible d3ath. [ yet another daily writing! Also, here’s the first chapter for more context: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1282503363 ]
